A Month Of Yesterdays
Somewhere in the timeless space between lines
etched in parchment...you return to me.
A simple word.
A subtle phrase.
A symphony of verses.
In the midst of these memories, I remain
hushed in the overwhelming depth of what
was lost and the revelation of what has
come. And as my soul sings to me in
dulcet tones from a broken page...
I'm with you once again.
Here amongst the first brush of ink
and the breathless echo of closure...
I am raptured.
A fleeting touch.
A whispered submission.
A promise of forever.
You are the remnant of days cast in a
multitude of moments. From the first
caress upon skin to the last lingering
tremble before dawn. From each
breath in between to every dream
that follows...I am yours.
Tethered to tear-stained pages, I cling
to you when my body is weak and my
mind is weary. Set adrift in words
left unspoken, I gather pieces from
treasures bound in fragile
reminders where I once
in this lifetime laced in scribe.
A passion once penned in prose
upon a heartache engraved.
Within a month of yesterdays
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